Hey guys! So, I know it's been a while. Like, several months, and I'm sorry, I just haven't had time to update the story. I promise I'll try harder. But here's a new chapter! Thank you for your awesome reviews, happy Spring! - Sydney

Fabian's POV:

"Hey Fabian, would you fancy a run with me?" Mick asked as I ran up the stairs.

"I can't mate, sorry, gotta get Nina to the Doctor's." I yelled.

"You're really invested in this, aren't you." my roommate groaned.

"Yeah, I kinda have to be, Nikita's my child and Nina's my girlfriend." I said, perplexed on how he would even think I wouldn't be invested in the life of my unborn child.

"Well, I know, it's just that you haven't had any time for your friends, and you're seventeen." Mick sighed.

"Alright, what if we play football under the lights tonight?" I offered excitedly. I hadn't done that in a while. Or, at least since Nina got pregnant.

"Yeah, sounds good." my friend smiled. I nodded and continued running to Nina's room.

When I pushed the door open, I found Nina laying on her bed, laptop placed strategically on her stomach so she could type.

"What are you doing, love?" I laughed. She looked quite hilarious in that position.

"Emailing my friends in America. They wanted to see how big I've gotten." she told me, clicking through pictures of her.

"Ah. Well, the appointment is soon, do you think we should be going?" I wondered, gathering her jacket and shoes as I swept around the room.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Nina nodded, pushing her laptop onto the mattress and attempting to get up.

"Let me help you, Neens." I grabbed her hand and helped her up, still gripping a hand when we slowly walked down the stairs.

"Being pregnant is hard." she whined.

"I know." I sighed, quickly kissing her cheek. She blushed.

When we reached the front door, Nina frowned.

"What's wrong, love?" I asked, a bit worried. Every time something upset her, I got worried.

"I'm hungry." Nina groaned. I suppressed a laugh and ran to the kitchen, grabbing her a danish and some fruit.

"Thanks Fabes." my girlfriend smiled and bit into the danish. I shook my head, she could be a bit crazy sometimes.

The cab pulled up, and we slid into the backseat. The car took off, and soon we were approaching the Doctor's office.

I helped Nina out and pulled the front door open for her. She shuffled in, clearly uncomfortable with her size.

"Nina Martin?" the Doctor called.

"Yeah, we're coming." Nina called back. I helped her up and led her to the room.

"So, miss Martin, how have you been?" our doctor asked her kindly.

"Fine, I guess. Just a bit uncomfortable." my girl told him.

"Good. I think today we're going to do another ultrasound. Sound good?" she asked.

"Great." Nina smiled. The Doctor rubbed the cold gel on Nina's stomach, and she cringed.

"It's so cold!" she whispered to me.

"I know it is, Neens." I smiled, holding her hand. She said that every time we went, but it was funny because that's all she hated.

"Alright, there she is!" the Doctor said brightly as a picture of our daughter appeared on the screen.

"Oh, Fabian, you can see her tiny hands!" Nina squealed excitedly.

"And her feet, see?" I asked, pointing to Nikita's little feet.

"I can't wait for her to come, Fabes." she smiled.

"I can't wait either, love." I said happily. I really couldn't wait to hold her in my arms for the first time.

"Well, you're seven months along, so you don't have to wait much longer!"

"What do I do if it happens in school?" Nina asked suddenly.

"I would have someone trusted take you to the hospital, preferably." the Doctor explained. Nina nodded understandingly.

"You should most likely take the week of your due date off as well." he said.

"We'll do that." Nina decided. I agreed.

"Alright, wonderful! I guess I'll see you when your daughter's born then!" our doctor smiled.

"Awesome, thanks." I nodded, helping Nina off of the chair and into her shoes and coat.

LINE BREAK

Later that evening, Nina and I were put on dish duty. Dinner had been fish and chips, and the pans were a mess.

"Hopefully cleaning a baby will be easier than cleaning dishes." Nina joked. I laughed.

"I bet it will be!" I mused. Well, I did hope giving Nikita a bath would be easier than cleaning the dishes. It took a lot of muscle to do that.

While wandering in the corners of my brain, I suddenly got a face full of dish soap bubbles. I yelled and looked up, only to find Nina laughing hysterically at me from through the window. She had her hand out, and it was filled with soap, ready to blow it at me.

"Neens!" I shouted, and she laughed, "that calls for payback." I filled my own hand with a pile of frothy bubbles and blew them right into her beautiful face. She squealed.

"Oh my God!" my girlfriend screamed.

"Payback is a harsh thing, my dear." I smiled.

"Heck yeah it is!" she agreed.

I should've known that the second I turned my back, I'd get a bucket full of hot, soapy water down my shirt. It felt like hot tea had been spilled all over me.

"Go big or go home," Nina giggled when she saw my surprised, mortified expression, "it's an American thing."

"Apparently." I retorted.

I was about to dump water on Nina when Victor entered the soaking room.

"What is the meaning of this disaster?" he freaked out.

"Oh, sorry Victor. We were just doing the dishes ..." I muttered.

"Doing the dishes does not require a lake, Mr. Rutter and Miss Martin." our 'caretaker' responded smartly.

"Sorry, Victor, we'll clean it up." Nina told the man.

"Yes you will. And then you'll do a week's worth of detention with Miss Denby, both of you." he said.

"Yes sir." Nina and I mumbled in simultaneously. Detention with Miss Denby. Wonderful.

"Well he's gotten meaner." my love decided as soon as Victor left.

"I agree, but you're lucky I haven't." I whispered, kissing her cheek and starting to work.

"I am lucky." I heard Nina whisper under her breath. God I love her.

OKAY, chapter 8! I'm so sorry I haven't updated at all in the past like, eight months, but I just didn't have any inspiration. I guess I'll just finish the story since I don't actually like abandoning my works. Thanks for the reviews! - Sydney